The eighteen phantoms of the dragon moon wheel were like dragons striking, and they also hit the air in an instant, smashing on the cave wall, "Boom!" The ground shook and the rocks fell.

"It's so strong!" The onlookers sighed, and the Lingtian Protective Array was still attacking over there, and at this moment, the light of the protective array had dimmed a lot, like a beautiful soap bubble that was about to burst at any time.

Wang Chuan paid attention to Lingtian at any time, and he was also anxious in his heart, there are so many people here, I don't know how many I can grab, I can't kill them all, it's too embarrassing, and I was dragged by two enemies here.

The big battle broke out, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust, Wang Chuan gathered Lingyuan in his right arm, waved his hand, and a wave of strong wind blew away the smoke and dust.

The eyes of the middle-aged Confucian scholar and the tall and thin cultivator flashed with a strange light, staring at Wang Chuan, looking away, this kid, his combat power is simply perverted, and it is not easy to deal with.

Wang Chuan didn't care so much, his pupils flashed, and a brilliant light flew out of the Shenque Wheel Sea, and the Zhenshan seal flashed with bright stars, flying out and floating on Wang Chuan's fingertips.

"Suppression!" Wang Chuanjun raised his eyebrows and shouted, and his combat power was greatly opened.

The Zhenshan seal took off in an instant, turning into a nebula-dense, dark and barbaric Sanzhang Mountain, falling from the sky, appearing above the head of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, suppressing it, emitting a brilliant beam of light, enveloping the two of them.

"Not good!" Suddenly, the middle-aged Confucian noticed that his actions were stagnant, and he couldn't help but say eagerly.

"Heavenly Sword!" A powerful light erupted around the middle-aged Confucian scholar, Lingyuan shook the void, and the flying sword turned into a sky-throwing sword, rushing towards the mountain that came from suppression, the sword body flashed with silver light, exuding a powerful aura, and the sword yuan was pervasive.

"Break the sky!" The tall and thin cultivator, without thinking, made a move, turning into a glass spear shadow more than ten zhang long, stirring the wind and clouds, and striking on the Zhenshan Seal Spirit Phantom Body.

Since he killed someone, how can there be room to turn around, completely opposite, Wang Chuan's eyes are cold, the big dragon on his back, shaking endlessly, circling out and flying out of a bright dragon energy, Wang Chuan's breath changed, stepping on the seven star steps, the arms are paddling, the palms are flashing with various lights, pointing out in turn, condensing the seven stars to return to their positions, the stars bloom all over the body, and then turn the seven star bucket handles, the light of the four seasons shines and rises in an instant, Wang Chuan's feet change and step out, point to the left and right Bi stars, pull with both arms, the Big Dipper seven stars cross the night and the middle of the night, the left and right Bi spirit line traction, turn into a bow body, the seven stars are arrows, dazzling, at this moment, the surrounding aura gathers, full of bowstrings, locking the Ye family。

"Sending you to the dead!" Wang Chuan's words were cold, his eyes were cold, and all his strength exploded.

This series of changes was completed between breaths, and Wang Chuan's body was full of stars, with a spiritual rhyme like an abyss, a high momentum, and a soaring killing intent.

The two members of the Ye family, the middle-aged Confucian warrior has the strongest combat power, a half-step Yuan Baby, Huo Ran cut off the shackles, and the flying sword was drawn.

"Purple Sword Kills the Soul!" The middle-aged Confucian man's hair was flying, the spirit yuan around his body turned from albino to purple, the flying sword was held in his hand, the sword stood tall, and the sword body bloomed with purple ripples, turning into a purple beam, extremely sharp.

"Out!" The middle-aged Confucian gathered all his body's spirit, turned into a sword, and stabbed this side, wanting to kill Wang Chuan, this son can not be kept, the future is endless, he wants to destroy this son at all costs.

"Dragon Moon Wheel!" Wang Chuan's thought moved, and the Dragon Moon Wheel circled back to protect the Lord and block the killing sword.

"Boom!" The Zhenshan seal over there was pressed down violently, the earth shook, and the tall and thin monk broke free when he was in a hurry.

Here, Wang Chuan was shrouded in starlight, seven stars were aligned, and the Beidou Divine Archery was blasted out, and the arrow light was seven colors, colliding with the purple sword of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

"Bang!" The two energies collided together, the purple sword was dazzling, and the Big Dipper was shining brightly, piercing out, each hitting the person who cast the spell.

At this time, the rotation of the dragon moon wheel changed, the divine bird cried, the dragon roared through the air, and the green gold light suddenly turned into a green luan and a golden dragon wrapped around Wang Chuan's chest.

The red sword beam killed, and was fixed by the Qingluan Golden Dragon, and the golden dragon swung its tail to disperse the red sword and kill the light.

Over there, the killing arrows turned into the Big Dipper bombarded the middle-aged Confucian scholars one by one.

When he saw Wang Chuan evolve the Big Dipper, the middle-aged Confucian was vigilant, the sword light turned twice, the sword qi feathered, spread like wings, and protected his body, the purple sword soul sword light was extinguished, the middle-aged Confucian was shocked, the seven-star beaded arrow flashed and the seven-colored killing light had been killed, and it was too late to dodge.

"Boom, boom!" The middle-aged Confucian sword disc blocked the first three starlight bombardments, and the body protection sword behind it could no longer resist it, and it collapsed.

"Boom, boom!" The rest of the star's light, between the lightning and flint, all bombarded his body.

"Wow!" The middle-aged Confucian was injured and was bombarded hundreds of meters, blood sprayed, fell into the dust, and fell to the ground.

"Fifth brother!" The tall and thin cultivator rushed over, saw that the middle-aged Confucian was severely injured, fired a move back to the carbine, and a killing light attacked Wang Chuan, and then hurriedly went to check the middle-aged Confucian injury.

The light flashed at Wang Chuan's feet, dodging the killing move, and the Qingluan and the golden dragon formed by the dragon moon wheel circled around their bodies, like gods, and their eyebrows were cold, hesitating whether to kill these two people directly.

Suddenly, a burst of heaven and earth vitality oscillated, and the fragrance of medicine was rolling in, and it turned out to be the protective array that was guarding the Yiling Grass over there and finally collapsed, and many cultivators flocked away.

Wang Chuan's pupils turned, leaving the two of them, and as soon as his thoughts moved, the light of the dragon moon wheel and the blue gold rushed out, and the Qingluan Flying Dragon struck out together, blocking in front of a group of cultivators in an instant, which was shocking, and they all looked sideways, the battle he had just had just happened in front of these people, and he was undisguised, and these people were extremely afraid of him at this moment.

Wang Chuan's feet soared into the air, and at this moment, he flew in front of these cultivators, with a strong posture.

"What are you doing, do you want to keep it to yourself?" a cultivator scolded.

Wang Chuan stared, his eyes cold.

"There are many of us, he is alone, kill him!" someone couldn't help but yell.

A group of people moved, their eyes flickered, indeed, no matter how powerful Wang Chuan was, he was just one person, a monk in the Yudan period.

"Hmph!" Wang Chuan snorted coldly, the Qingluan and the golden dragon that the dragon moon wheel turned into were controlled by him, and rushed towards a medicine field, only to see a flash of light, missing more than half of the Yiling grass, or the best part, the dragon moon wheel returned with a soft roar, Wang Chuan wrapped it with the Qiankun ring, and instantly stored all the Yiling grass, carrying all the faces, unscrupulous.

"You're so daring!" the cultivators below were anxious.

"Beat him!" someone shouted angrily!

Suddenly, several magic weapons came to attack, and the light of Wang Chuan's foot formation lit up, and the whole person suddenly left the place, left this medicine field, and fled inside, he actually escaped.

A group of cultivators behind him looked at each other, and everyone slandered in their hearts, cursing Wang Chuan.

There was still a small number of low-level Yiling Grass left, and a group of people shouted and rushed over to divide it.

"Bah, how are you robbing my grass. A strong sweat cultivator, five big and three thick, yelled at a fat Taoist priest in front of him.

"I'm sorry, although this is your grass, blind your dog's eyes!" The fat Taoist priest, with no beard on his chin, a mustache on his lips, bulging round eyes, and a whisk of dust on his waist, is a Taoist monk.

"You dare to scold me?" The strong man waved his old fist, and there was a light flowing on his fist, and he became angry without speculation, and wanted to beat the fat Taoist.

"Can you be reckless, right? I kind of go to that white-shirted young man cultivator, there are so many of them over there, they are all old medicines!"

"What's the noise? make a lot of money in a muffled voice, do you understand?" This time, a female cultivator walked by, who was graceful and beautiful, tall and tall, dressed in a variety of styles, charming to the bone, and fragrant.

The strong man immediately wilted, this lord was his nemesis, and they knew each other very well.

"Why are you here?" the strong man muttered.

The fat Taoist priest next to him, seeing that the strong man had a helper, his small eyes purred and turned, and he left in a gray manner, it was originally his fault and he wanted to rob it.

"Mei Sanniang, when did you come?" said the martial cultivator.

This friar is full of femininity, enchanting and colorful, and charming.

"Can't the old lady come? It's been a long time since I've felt such a big commotion here. Mei Sanniangjiao shouted.

"Oh, that's it!" the strong man of Wu Xiu scratched his head, a little disappointed.

Mei Sanniang's phoenix eyes saw the demeanor of the strong man in front of her, revealing a strange look, and covered it up again.

"Sanniang, this place is all divided, let's go, let's go together?" the strong man asked instead.

Mei Sanniang glanced at the strong man, showed a charming smile, and pretended to be angry: "Zhou Tianba, let's go! Let's go together! Look at your twisted look!"

Zhou Tianba is eight feet tall, and when he heard this, his big face showed joy.

"Sanniang, great, let's hurry up, don't let people take the lead. ”

A small half of the Yiling grass was divided by a group of people, and the road locusts passed through the border.

Wang Chuan got a large amount of Yiling grass, and secretly sent a Yiling grass to the Shenque Wheel Sea, and the little tree spirit that turned into a cocoon immediately sent out optical fiber tentacles, entangled the Yiling grass, only to see the halo flowing, and immediately burst into brilliance, Yiling grass was absorbed essence, a hundreds of years of Yiling grass, half a stick of incense time, it was consumed, the light cocoon became more and more bright, it was full of infinite vitality, and the little tree spirit was in it, sending out a happy mood.

"Eat... I.. Want... Suddenly, Wang Chuan's divine sense received some words, stumbled, and stammered.

Wang Chuan shook, and the little tree spirit was transforming into a long one, no longer babbling, but a human voice.

Immediately, Wang Chuan sent in the Yiling Grass again, ten, each of which had five hundred years of medicinal properties, and the little tree spirit immediately gave birth to several fiber-optic tentacles, entangled the Yiling Grass, and absorbed the divine substance in it, and after a while, the ten elixirs turned into ashes again and were sent out of the body by Wang Chuan.

The light cocoon became brighter and brighter, and the little tree spirit emitted a soul sound, and the more and more it was cleansed and could read human speech.

Wang Chuan simply sent in twenty trees, three of which were nearly a thousand years old demons, emitting mist, flickering glow, Wang Chuan wondered, why the royal family of Shu did not collect these medicinal materials, let them be picked by outsiders, you know, before they specially sent their own people into some people to come in, the time is enough, maybe it is to delay the time, there is better.

The little tree spirit was replenished, and once again absorbed the medicinal effect, ingesting the mysterious substance in the Beneficial Spirit Grass.

Wang Chuan wondered, isn't it just a tree, why is it still cocooned, and it's not a silkworm baby, it's really strange.

At this time, the light cocoon bloomed dazzlingly, suddenly the light flashed, the light cocoon gradually faded and contracted, the little tree spirit was in it, manifested, and gradually turned out, it was still the small tree, but, at this moment, at this moment, it had a few more branches, the trunk was green, and there was a brown energy flow in it.

"Aren't you still a tree?" Wang Chuan was speechless, and said strangely, the whole big battle, taking medicine with a cocoon, thinking that he was going to conjure up some strange beast, but he didn't expect it to just grow more densely, and he felt that he had been deceived.

"Huh, what is this?" Wang Chuan suddenly noticed that among the dense branches and leaves of this little spirit tree, there were two halos of light, different colors, hanging on the branches, I don't know what it was, the fruit was not like a fruit?